I’ve been thinking about my belly button a lot lately. Maybe it’s because my belly button is a reminder that I was attached to my mom. I grew inside her for 9 months. It’s because of her that I have a birthday to celebrate today. She gave me life and now I’m watching her fight a losing battle with cancer that will ultimately take hers. My mom is in hospice house as I type this. The cancer is now in her spinal fluid and brain. There’s nothing more doctors can do for her. I rec

What does John 3:16 and my six year old son have to do with one another? Read on to find out.

True story: My brother ran away from home when I was born. The legend goes likes this (and yes, the story has been told and re-told so many times in my family, it has become legendary): my mom had given birth to me in the hospital and called home to check on her 3 older children: Laurie, age 11, Brenda, 10 and Scott, 9. Laurie, being the eldest, talked to our mom and explained that Scott couldn’t be located at that moment. I’m not sure how the conversation went exactly, seein

I wrote this when my son turned 2 years old. I find that with each passing birthday of his, it resonates even more with me. And makes me cry